| Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands And I'm overhearing elder ladies As the rumours start to fly You can hear them in the school yard In the scrap yard In the chip shop In the phone box In the pool hall At the shoe store Every corner turn around It started with a school girl Who was running Running home to her Mam and Dad Told them she was playing, in the change room of the local foorball side They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, they find it hard to believe 'Cause he taught our I was steve, he even trained me, taught our John who's a father of three Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees A thousand trees You see it in the classroom In the swimming pool Where the match stick men are made At the scout's hall At the football Where the wise we trust are paid They all honour his name He did a lot for the game Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates But they're ripping them down, stamping the ground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees A thousand trees Wake up, and smell the rain Shake up, he's back to stay He hasn't been on a holiday His growing seeds don't believe Why he's been away From the school yard Changing room Playing field Bathroom Phone box Office blocks Corners turn around They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame Got his name knocked up above ... |
